Luca removed the shirt from over my head, leaving me in the nude as he massaged my tender breasts. I’d always loved them but it seemed as if Luca loved them even more. There wasn’t a part of my body that he didn’t love. He reminded me of that every day when he slid into me, showered with me, or volunteered to oil my body from head to toe.
“Ride this dick, Ever,” Luca encouraged, knowing it was exactly what I planned to do.
“Lemonade or water?”Luca entered the kitchen with a bottle of water in one hand and lemonade in the other.
“Water.” The choice was easy.
We’d dropped the children off at school and had come to the bakery for me to put the final touches on a client’s cake. It was Essence’s first day so we were all on a natural high. I wanted to head to the bakery to finish up while I had the energy and time. There were a few minor details that still needed to be addressed, but for the most part, everything was complete. I couldn’t be happier with the results. When my customer picked up her cake in a few minutes, she'd be the first to visit the storefront.
“You need any help back here?”
“Of course I don’t, Luca. But thanks for asking, babe.”
Making my cakes was the one thing that required solitude. It was my thing. The thing that I didn’t need help with. The thing that truly allowed me to swim in my independence. So, it was therapy for me watching the cake transform from simple batter into a masterpiece.
“You think I’ma fuck your shit up, huh?”
“Never really even thought about it. This is just my sweet spot. It’s the only place I can practice my independence, which has been a huge part of my healing. I’m at peace when I’m here, which really has nothing to do with you messing up my cakes. I’m sure you would, though.”
“Whatever. I’m about to be in the girls’ room watching some shit on TV. If you need me, just holler.”
Before he could step out, the bell out front rang. Both of our brows furrowed in confusion. Neither of us was expecting anyone just yet. My customer wasn’t coming for another few minutes. Without hesitation, he removed his gun from his waist and held his hand up for me to stay put.
“We have cameras, baby.” I reminded him of the system he’d had installed.
Relief washed over his face completely as we both turned toward the split screens that were in the kitchen where I’d always be able to see them. Seeing the skinny middle finger with the long, elegantly designed nail attached made me chuckle a bit.
“Of course.” I sighed with a shake of my head.
“Only Lyric’s ass,” Luca said even though we were both thinking the same thing.
“Please go let your sister in before she has both of our heads.”
Luca didn’t protest. He headed up front to open the door for Lyric. She’d been complaining about not seeing the girls and me as often, so she popped up on us whenever she got the chance. I missed her too. The four weeks that we’d lived together were unforgettable.
“OK. OK. I like. I like,” Lyric praised as she removed the designer shades from her eyes and looked around the bakery.
“Hi, love.”
“I’m tired of having to pop up on you. When are we going to hang out? Don’t you miss me, too?”
“I really do. You have no idea just how much. But I’ve been so busy with the girls being out for summer, trying to get this place up and running, being somebody’s girlfriend, and making cakes every day. I’m very thankful, but honey, it is a lot.”
“Meanwhile, I be at home so bored that I’ve started knitting. Maybe I’m really getting old.”
“Or maybe you need to take your ass outside and find you a nigga!” Luca yelled over his shoulder.
“Oh, shut up. If a nigga wants me, then a nigga will find me. OK!”
“How if you’re always in the house?” I asked, genuinely interested in her theory.
“The same way your nigga found you.”
“Technically, I was outside when he found me.”
“I’m outside right now. Aren’t I? I give them a chance, they just don’t swing my way.”
“Lyric, you probably turning your nose up at every nigga that looks your way,” Luca butted.
